company for lunch

I was quietly having my lunch in my regular vegetarian hotel on a very hot day.
I dont know what caught my attention first, the little girl child negotiating her way in the thick lunch crowd or the cleaning guys trying to block her way. I knew where she was heading to, which was obvious from the 1.5 litre empty sprite bottle that she was holding. A little descriptionof the little girl might be helpful here. She was slightly taller than twice the height of that bottle. I know her, she is a squatter in the nearby building, a cute, semi demolished building on the road side, which i have already noted down for the squatting options that it provide. She is cute, has her hair done in to two pony tails, held by little rubber bands and wears a constant expression on her face of confusion. Denying water to such a little girl in such a hot summer day would be like the biggest crime that the cleaning fellow(who is also a child, some 15 years old) can do. I was not going to just watch that this time. But thankfully , the cleaning lad(s) were not that heart less, and the little girl was tenacious about getting her bottle filled. They helped her fill the bottle. And none of the people in the crowd had any aversion in having a street child near their food and water. Thinking of that i will love this place more, than any other hotel where people sit in their chairs, and look down at a hint of dirt spoiling their appetite or mood. I gave her silent company back to her home, since i was not sure whether she can carry that bottle on her own. But she seemed cool about it, doing it slowly, and without much effort.

withdrawal symptoms

I think this is it. My body is reacting terribly. I am squirming in my seat. Taking deep chesty breath. Moving around on my seat itself. Jumping off the chair some times, pacing up and down the cubicle. Am feeling terrible.
Reason: For the last two weeks i have been doing mechanical work, with a huge amount of repetitive procedures. And its over now. Now again, the work on my table is repetitive, but i need to get some green flags, before i can peacefully do it. Mental barriers. And this is how i respond.

Dinner time

Rice cooked by my roomie, nice mango pickle (cook: my mother), nice fish pickle (cook: my roomies mother), bad dhal (cook: me), curd (courtesy amul), omlette (cook: roomie). That was one nice dinner i had in a while and the center of attraction was surely the fish pickle. I think its dried fish(neymeen) fried in little oil, with lots of pepper and a curry leave(kariveppila). WOW.

sunday dreams

Had very nice dreams today. They involved my friends, my family and an unexpected member, one of my engineering teachers. I could explain why my friends and family where there. I was planning to go home next week, but i postponed that. That could have triggered my longing to meet my family and friends, i have had such dreams before. But the last part where my teacher came in was interesting. She was not my favourite teacher or anything. And she had two little kids with her. One was a very cute tiny tot. She was all haggard and i was asking her how and when she feeds the kid, since the kid looked too small. She told me she feeds the kid twice and i wanted to tell her to feed the kid thrice a day.
The second dream was cinematic, with a very fancy good evil chase, with multiple members in the bad team and the good girl running. Both the good and the evil were using different spells and using the magical space around them to hide occassionally. One of the sequences has the good girl jumping flat on a image of herself and becoming thin, slipping inside the dark space and getting away, it was really good.